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A Prince in Lion's Clothing	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 36576 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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They entered the white parlour and Harry noted that it was, indeed, very white.

Severus led him a few feet away from the door and pointed to a spot on the floor while Lucius looked on. “Kneel. You may address him as My Lord when you see him come near enough, but do not look up, and do not say anything more until you are addressed.” Severus reminded him.

Harry knelt, nodding silently.

“We are ready.” Severus told Lucius.

“I will let him know you are waiting. You will have privacy.” Lucius said, then left the room.

Harry waited for several—very tense—minutes before he heard the door open, and footsteps approached him, slowly and cautiously.

“My Lord.” He spoke when the booted feet moved into his field of vision.

“What’s this?” A deep baritone, though not as deep as his father’s, met his ears. “Severus, who is this?”

“He is my son, My Lord. He wishes to pledge himself to your service.” Severus answered.

Fingers grasped his chin and raised his face, and he met the startling red eyes of the man unflinchingly. This was not Voldemort, Harry realized. He was looking at the face of Tom Riddle, though he was in his mid-twenties, which Harry knew was not his real age. Still, the new visage suited him better.

This was not the monster that had risen from the cauldron and repulsed Harry. This was just a man. An attractive man, though, Harry noted, pleased at the change.

Tom’s eyes widened, and he turned his face first to the left, then to the right, examining it from all angles. “Those eyes, those lips. I know them.” He murmured. He dropped his hand, then spat, “Potter. Why don’t you look like yourself anymore?”

“My Lord, we discovered that he is not, in fact, a Potter at all.” Severus denied. “He took a genealogy test at the beginning of the Triwizard Tournament, and the truth came out: He is truly a Prince. My son. With Lily. She was a lost descendent of the Selwyn line, as it turns out. This is how he truly looks, without the glamour up to make him look like James Potter. Please, give him a chance.”

Tom hummed, looking down at the boy. “I could, I suppose. Did he inherit your skill with Occlumency?” He asked.

Severus blew out a breath. “There were a few missteps, but we managed to unearth a goodly amount of talent for the mental arts, yes. He is not as advanced as me, yet, but he will get there with time.”

“I can work with that.” The man murmured. “And he is quite stunning, now. I could take a consort.” He said, considering Harry closely.

Severus stiffened and moved slightly in front of the teen, who was trembling slightly at the insinuation. “Not him. You will need to pick someone else. He is… Unsuited for that.”

The Dark Lord snorted. “Your Paternal protectiveness is admirable, but let the boy decide for himself. Have you renamed him?”

Severus sighed in defeat. “We have altered his name slightly. Harrison. And he has agreed to take my surname.” He said, moving aside reluctantly.

“A fine, strong name. So, Harrison Prince.” Tom tilted his face upward once more and spoke to the boy. “Would you like to become my consort?” He asked.

Harry wasn’t sure if he was trembling in remembered pain and shame, or from an all-too-new feeling of excitement. Perhaps it was a mixture of the two? One thing he knew for sure, though. “No, Sir, please. I’m not ready.” He whispered.

Tom dropped his hand, bringing it up to tap his lips with a finger as he thought it over. “And when you are? Might you reconsider then? I could wait as long as it takes. You would be worth investing the time, I feel.”

Harry stared at the man. In this form, this new body, he was… Attractive. Intriguingly so. And if Harry was going to join him, the safest option was to do so as his consort and earn his love in time. That would protect him. If it all fell apart later, he would likely be killed, but in the meantime, he would be safe from almost any form of danger from the man in front of him. His followers, as well.

“I don’t know, Sir. We can get to know each other better, though. And when I am ready for a relationship of that sort, I can answer your question then. Can you wait for that? I’m not sure yet if I could be with you that way. I need time to think on it. But I can promise to remain open to the idea.” Harry offered, hoping it would not make the man angry.

Tom smiled. “Yes, I will wait, and we will talk, spend time together, become more familiar to each other. You deserve to make an informed decision, after all.” He ran a finger down Harry’s cheek. “Your new face is much more appealing than the old one. Regal and refined. It suits you, Harrison Prince.”

Harry smiled. “Thank you, My Lord.”

“Would you be willing to give me a kiss? Can you do that much?” The Dark Lord asked.

Harry met the man’s eyes and stared into the red orbs, thoughtfully. He licked his lips, and the man’s eyes tracked the movement. Harry shivered in reaction. “I think I can do that. Just one. No tongue.” He added as an afterthought.

Tom smiled indulgently. “Very well. Rise, and give me my prize, my Harry.”

Harry stood and moved forward the few steps separating him from the man. He was tall, a full head and shoulders taller than Harry. Harry looked up at him.

Tom smiled and bent, warm lips pressing against Harry’s, a hand coming up to trace his cheek tenderly as lips parted and eyes met. “Thank you. I can wait for more. It will be worth it, in the end.” He murmured. “Severus, take the boy home. I will be by tomorrow to speak with you both further. I have questions that you will answer, but it can be a private matter.” He allowed.

Severus inclined his head in a small bow. “Yes, My Lord. Come, Harry.” He said, heading toward the front doors.

Harry followed silently, thinking over what had just happened. He was a little regretful that he’d told the man not to use tongue, with the way his lips were now tingling. How would a true kiss have felt?

He couldn’t wait to find out.

In his own time.

*****

“I’m sorry, Harry. I had no idea he'd react that way, that he'd ask that of you. He’s never expressed an interest in that before. If I had known, I never would have brought you to him.” Severus said as he and Harry stepped past the Wards onto the property.

Harry hummed. “Is it bad that I'm considering it?” He asked hesitantly.

Severus looked at him sharply. “Why? To stay safe? Because you feel pressured? There are ways out of that position, Harry. He will be upset, perhaps, but he understands a refusal.”

Harry flushed. “Er, no, actually. Because he's... Kind of hot, now, I don’t know. Is it terribly wrong of me?” He asked nervously. The man was about seventy years older than Harry. Would Severus be disgusted by his attraction to the man?

Severus, to his credit, only blinked in surprise a few times before rallying. “Oh. Well, if you really do like him, that is fine, too. Just make sure he goes at your pace. He can afford to be patient when there is such an age disparity.” Severus said firmly, and that was the end of that.

Harry smiled. “I'll make sure he knows.”

“He should not have pressured you into a kiss, either. I’m displeased with that. I will bring it up when he comes to see us.” Severus said as they walked into the house.

Harry looked at him, confused. “He didn’t pressure me. He asked. Politely. I granted his request, yes, but if you care to remember, I did it on my terms. And he seemed okay with that. I don’t trust him completely, but I have a feeling I can trust him to let me set the pace. At any rate, We’ll need to talk before anything more than kissing happens.” He murmured to himself. “In case...” He trailed off.

Severus sighed. “A wise decision. But it can wait a while. Until you know him better. Do not let him rush things, and be firm with your limits. He will take you if you are willing, he is a hot-blooded male, but he is no rapist. Let him know if you feel he is pushing you into anything.” He said.

Harry nodded. “I will. Thank you for caring so much. I promise, if the time comes when I am actually ready and I decide to accept his offer, I will come to you first. Before anything physical happens, you will know. Kissing is fine. Anything more... It can wait.” He said, then turned a smile on Severus. “And thank you. For being there for me.”

Severus returned the smile. “I will always be here for you. Even when you no longer want me to be.”

Harry hummed. “I doubt that day will ever come.” He said, before heading up to his room to go to bed.

Severus smiled wistfully, and said, mostly to himself, “It will come. And I will still be here.”

*****

Harry woke and stretched, then turned over and snuggled into his pillow. There was a knock at the door.

“Mm, yes?” Harry called out.

“I just got word from Malfoy Manor. We will have company for breakfast. You have an hour and a half. Get up, shower, get dressed, teeth brushed and for the love of all things holy, brush your hair! It should lay flat now, you are not in James’ cursed body anymore.” Severus called through the door.

Harry rolled over to muffle his laughter at Severus' harassed tone in the pillow before he recovered enough to reply, “Alright, getting up!”

Severus cursed a blue streak as he walked away from the door, and Harry chuckled again, rolling out of bed.

He got up and walked to his wardrobe, grabbing his Slytherin-green silk shirt (which no one at school would ever see him in) and his grey trousers.

Best to pander to the Dark Lord when he came calling, after all.

He headed into the bathroom and began his morning ablutions.

*****

Harry came down the stairs and headed for the formal dining room, hearing soft voices from inside.

He entered, and Tom smiled at him from his spot at Severus' left hand.

“Harrison. My, don’t you look lovely today.” The Dark Lord said approvingly.

Harry smiled as he took his seat opposite the man. “Thank you, My Lord.” He said.

Tom shook his head. “You don’t need to be so very formal with me right now. You may call me Marvolo.”

Harry cocked a brow at him. “If I’m going to call you anything other than ‘My Lord,’ it's going to be Tom. That is your name.” He shot back.

“Harrison!” Severus hissed sharply.

Tom was staring at Harry, eyes narrowed and burning red. Then, his face cleared, and he sighed. “Only in private. Around the other Death Eaters, it is Marvolo.” He told Harry firmly.

Harry smiled at his small victory. “Deal.”

Severus groaned and laid his head on the table. “Harry, try not to get yourself killed just yet.” He moaned.

Tom chuckled. “Don’t worry, Severus. That fire and sass is what I liked best about the boy; it's good to see it's still in evidence. Besides, he is right. That is my name. It will be nice to hear it falling from his lips, provided he addresses me properly around the others.”

Severus lifted his head and glared at his son. “You are going to give me grey hairs!” He spat. “You are so grounded!”

Harry snorted. “Please. Where was I going to go?” He asked.

“Out with me for lunch.” Tom answered. “But, since you are now confined to the Manor, we will find a room here we can use, I suppose.” He added.

Harry deflated. “Oh.” His first date. And he'd lost it.

“Well, we might as well eat.” Tom said.

Severus nodded and snapped, and the elves began setting breakfast before them.

Harry met Tom's amused gaze and sighed. “Sorry.” He mouthed.

Tom simply smiled and shook his head. “Teenagers.” He muttered in amusement.
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